This choice: Number 3 is blonde bombshell Angelina | Go Back Chapter 8: Angelina from the diner (ID #391927) an addition by: bedfordsb ![View bedfordsb's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-2.gif) More by this author The blonde who’s lounging around on the floor rolls on to her back and props herself up on her elbows. “Guess thass me” she slurs. Wow, she’s pretty drunk.
The hostess goes over to her. “Angelina, you gotta give Luke the lowdown on yourself. What you do, how old you are, how many guys you’ve eaten, like the others have.”
Angelina sits up and turns to you. She’s very pretty, but not as tall as some of the other girls, and she’s a bit chunkier. “Come an’ sit with me, pretty meal man” she giggles. You do as she says. Angelina reaches for her wine glass and takes a slug.
“Wee-llll” she says, “you’ve heard my name, I dropped out of uni last year, I’m 22 and I’m jush doing some jobs to get me enough money to backpack around the world in a few months. I got me a day job temping and I work in a lil’ Italian diner four nights a week. To be honesh with you” she says, winking at the girls, “I’m only any good at the temping. I’m a rubbish waitress, alwaysh droppin’ stuff and forgetting orders, but they keep me on cos of my long vore licensh.”
The girls laughed. “They know what I mean, Luke, and let me explain to you. The ol’ couple who run it, they used to get trouble with people not paying, people not leavin’ late a night and so on. Police weren’t any help. Second night after I started, it was gone midnight an’ there were these four guys who just wouldn’t go. We all wanted to shut up. Now you gotta know, the owners didn’t know about my voring, I’d already swallowed a few before I worked there to get my ticket. Anyhow, one man, he got up to use the john and I followed him out there.”
Angelina paused, ran her hands through her long curly hair and drained her glass. “Rest of the story’s pretty short, got him up against a wall in the men’s room, of course his anti-vore ticket’s in his wallet back at the table, so I tell him because he’s not got it on him he’s fair game. Five minutes later, jush as the other guys are wondering where he is, I wander back into the café, lift my black top, pat my bulging stomach and let out a burp. That did it. The other three knew were he’d got to, so they paid and left pretty quick. Easy way of making a living really! Reckon my total's well into the twenties by now.”
The girls were all laughing again. Rebecca shouted for quiet. “Number 4 please!”
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